At the first Fitbloggin’ in 2010 I was 250. In 2011 and 2012
I was in the 240s. This year I was in the 230s.
Progress, yes, but GLACIAL.
Not at goal: My inconvenient truth.
(Actually, the glaciers are probably melting quicker than my
saddlebags, with climate change and all.)
While the weight loss has been slow, this sister has been
shrinking and, yes, I was smaller than I was last year. But while I heard a few
“You look greats,” all I could think was “yeah, but…”
I’m not there yet.
Where is “there”? I used to think it was 150 pounds, but
really, all I want to do is get below 200 right now (like RIGHT. NOW). Last
time I was, I was a size 12.
That has been my Fitbloggin’ lament year after year – I want
to be one of those inspirational success-story bloggers, not one of the strugglers
on their “weight loss journey.”
Ugh, how I hate that phrase. Margo of Nacho Mama’s Blog and I share the
same view of that phrase. Instead of a journey, which could go on
for-freakin-ever, we refer to it as a weight-loss project. Projects have end
points and project managers and I am going to project-manage the heck out of
this one right now because my deadline is next June for Fitbloggin’ 14.
OK, that’s the lament – now the love letter.
The people: Kymberly and Alexandra, and Susan, and Roni, and Heather, and Sharla -- you guys are the best.
year, Fitbloggin’ never fails to fill me with joy. The people, the discussions,
the workouts – it’s like a battery recharge for my soul. And this year my
motivation battery seemed to get recharged, too. I took part in a lot of great
sessions and discussions that gave me new tools and sharpened the old tools.
So I wasn’t “there” at this Fitbloggin’ but, and I’m putting
this out there in the universe …
I WILL BE THERE FOR NEXT YEAR’S CONFERENCE.
That’s the sound of my proclamation hitting the universe.
As of this weekend, I’m only 37 pounds from that particular goal, which
makes me giddy with hope.
One thing I noticed while we were on vacation (and what I
notice every vacation) is that I lose weight away from home, and I need to take that vacation vibe and use it at home.
Perhaps I should replace the full-size
refrigerator in my kitchen with a tiny mini fridge stuffed with expensive booze
I could put outrageous price tags on all the
food in my pantry, just like the hotel room. ($10 for a handful of almonds? No
I could ditch the car and walk everywhere. (But,
alas, we live in the ‘burbs and there’s not much to walk to.)
I could plop into bed at a reasonable hour,
exhausted after a fun and productive day. (Now that I can do; perhaps I should retire my night-owl ways.)